At around 4 p.m., the community school began to end, and the yellow buses pulled the cartloads of students out of the school.

Here are the twelve-year-old students sighing and wandering around the school, ready to pass the time and then go to the school cafeteria for a decent dinner.

After that, they will go to the "evening self-study" invented by their own principal, and the time will last until 9 o'clock, and the school bus will take them home safely.

Shirley drove her black MPV out of school and drove straight in the direction of her home.

When Shirley appeared on the road, many cars around her started at the same time. The car chasing Shirley from afar slowly started moving.

These people are quite professional, they have been aware of their possible competitors before, but some have discovered each other, and some can only vaguely feel it.

Now that everyone is suddenly on the road together, it's all too obvious. Everyone began to be on guard, just following Shirley's car, not daring to act rashly.

Just as they were on guard and thinking about what to do, Shirley's car was hit from the side by a van at an intersection and tumbled.

A man in a gray hoodie jumped out of the van, rushed to Shirley's upside-down car, leaned in and searched the back seat of the car, then shoved a small black object into his pocket before turning and running.

This action of the man caused a great reaction from the convoy behind him, and the originally calm street seemed to suddenly boil, and more than a dozen cars accelerated rapidly and chased after the man in the gray hoodie.

Fox drove the car, Alvin sat in the passenger seat, looked at the scene in front of him and pressed the radio on his ear with some surprise, and said: "These agents are really dead, fortunately Shirley is not in that car, Ethan Ghost is really not fucking polite to his own people." ”

Saying that, Alvin called out again, "Benji, how are you?" Dead or not? ”

At this moment, Ethan Hant's voice suddenly plugged into the communicator, "What's wrong with you guys?" Why didn't Bangui reply? It's been almost a minute since we agreed! ”

Alvin was stunned for a moment, glanced at the Fox who was driving, and scolded: "FUCK is not Ethan Hant, let's chase after it." Can't let those people know that the battery is fake! ”

As Fawkes accelerated, Alvin called Benji again and said, "Benji, are you dead?" If you don't die, I'll have someone pick you up. ”

Banji, who pretended to be Shirley, struggled to break free of his seat belt and said on the radio in pain: "I'm fine, that person is not Ethan Hant, go after him!" ”

Alvin was relieved, if something really happened to Benji because of pretending to be Shirley, he would definitely feel uncomfortable.

Alvin pressed the radio again, this time switching to the public channel, and said, "Frank, where are you?" ”

Frank whispered over the radio, "I see that guy, he's in a black Chevrolet SUV and I'm chasing him." ”

Ethan Hant suddenly interjected and said, "Don't worry, I'm catching up with him too." Let's stay away, someone will trouble him first.

We've got to find out all of them, and we can't miss a single one. ”

Alvin doesn't care, after Benji was knocked over, this matter basically has nothing to do with the school, as long as he catches that bastard and snatches the battery back to his side, he will get out completely.

After that, he accompanied Ethan Halter to complete the 30% of the tasks, so that his ranking on the CIA's blacklist dropped a bit.

Fox was quite excited, and kept chasing their car under the guidance of Shirley, who was also the driver.

The black Chevrolet SUV shuttles through the evening rush hour traffic at great speed, trying to get rid of the pursuers behind it.

Just as Chevrolet was about to leave Hell's Kitchen and enter Brooklyn, a bullet from nowhere hit Chevrolet's cab.

The sudden death of the driver caused the Chevrolet to lose control and tumble terribly, rolling seven or eight times on the road, breaking several passing cars, and the Chevrolet stopped.

Five men in suits, shiny bald heads, and barcodes on the back of their heads rushed to the side of the Chevrolet with pistols.

They had a tacit understanding, facing the pursuers chasing after them, four of them stopped them with guns, and one of them opened the back door of the Chevrolet, dragged the man in gray out of the dazed fall, and began to search for what they wanted.

On the roof of a residential building in the distance, a handsome bald man with a sniper rifle is shielding his accomplices.

The bald barcode man's eyes were fixed on the scope, and there was hardly any expression on his grim face. Every time he fires a gun, he stops an oncoming car.

In the face of this terrible marksmanship, the pursuing cars stopped one after another, and many people with automatic rifles began to shoot at the bald head of the man in gray who was searching for him under the cover of the vehicle.

At this time, several groups of forces that should have been hostile to each other tacitly united, wanting to solve these extremely powerful suit bald heads first.

A fierce shootout erupted at this moment, with bullets of various types flying over the street.

The Chevrolet SUV was parked on the border between Hell's Kitchen and Brooklyn, and the people on both sides reacted very differently to the whizzing bullets.

The crowd on the Brooklyn side was screaming and running around, and all kinds of vehicles collided and crowds stampeded one after another.

Fortunately, the pursuers here were targeting those barcode bald heads, and the bullets were all directed at them, so they did not cause too many casualties. Only a few unlucky people were knocked to the ground by stray bullets, howling in pain.

Hell's Kitchen is a different story, no one gets too flustered, and almost most people's first reaction when they hear a gunshot is to lie on the ground.

Then they found that it was not aimed at themselves, and they would not stand up rashly, but slowly crawled into the shops or alleys on the side of the road.

In a roadside café, the big boss Pluto is negotiating with several mob bosses in Brooklyn. He is ready to officially start his "cannabis pharmacy" to expand outward.

Pluto, who was sitting in the booth, wore a hip-hop outfit, wore four or five thumb-thick gold chains around his neck, held a cigar in his hand, looked at the three gang bosses sitting opposite him with disdain, and said: "Now that it is a legal society, why do you always want to do illegal things?" I've completely let go of the drug business, and I've given up the channel, so you can fight for it yourself if you want. ”

As he spoke, Pluto proudly glanced at his lawyer sitting in the corner, and said with a smile: "I am a serious businessman now, and I don't get involved in these things anymore."

Now I'm talking to you about a pharmacy, you just need to be in charge of finding a good storefront, and I will arrange for someone to decorate it.

You don't have to pay a penny, just make sure that no one comes to me for trouble, and I can pay you 30% of the sales profit every month. What are you waiting for? ”

The three black bosses glanced at each other, nodded without thinking, and one of them said, "I'll find someone to talk to the people in the pharmacy when I go back, and let them be bastards." It's a lot faster than you can redecorate, so can you give me a little more share?

Pluto, we've been having a hard time lately, the bastards out there are so crazy that we've spent too much money to deal with them.

Recently, there has been a neurotic with a skull on his head and a fiery body hunting our little brother, and we need money! ”

Pluto shook his head with disdain, pointed at the gangster opposite with the cigar in his hand, and said with a smile: "I'm a serious person, and I don't lack that little money for decoration."

I'm here to talk to you because I know the rules and I don't want to step on the line. Otherwise, I can go to your territory and come to the pharmacy myself.

I'm a fucking serious business, can you still stop me? The police are going to protect me! ”

Saying that, Pluto took a puff of his cigar and said very domineeringly: "Listen, I don't want to make trouble, everything in my pharmacy must be legal." It's not hard for you guys at all. ”

At this moment, there was a fierce firefight outside, and Pluto instinctively looked out the window and saw that it was a group of people he didn't know.

A bullet also hit the bulletproof glass in front of him, causing the glass to crack like a spider's web.

Pluto glanced at the somewhat panicked black boss opposite, shook his head, and said, "Don't worry, it's safe here~~"

As soon as Pluto's words fell, another bullet hit the bulletproof glass on his side, which made his face a little unbearable, and he shouted angrily, "What the fuck is going on, old Bud?" ”

An old Mexican man came out of the café's office and shouted at Pluto, "Pluto, what's going on?" Is it a trouble summoned by you bitch? These glasses of mine are very expensive! ”

Pluto looked at Old Bard angrily and scolded, "I'm fucking on your turf, and you ask me what's the matter?" Get rid of these bitches, I'm going to fucking talk about business!

How long has it been since Hell's Kitchen went to war, are you okay? I can ask my men to help you, but you'll have a treat today! ”

Old Bard angrily gave Pluto a middle finger, beckoned to his buddies, and shouted, "Open the door of the shop and let all the unlucky people on the road in." Get out the guns and RPGs, get some people to go to the second floor, and cover the neighbors.

FUCK I'm going to beat the shit out of these bastards. ”

Pluto laughed and looked at the ugly old Bard, and shouted, "Old man, give them a little~~"

Before Pluto could finish his sentence, his eyes widened and he was surprised to see Alvin and Fawkes walking in through the back door of the café wearing black couple suits and guns in their hands.

Alvin smiled and patted Old Bard on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Old man, I seem to have seen you!" ”

Old Bard saw Alvin, nodded a little excitedly, and said, "That's right, we met twice in the bar, but we didn't speak.

Hello, Principal Alvin, I'm Old Bard, the guy on this street! ”

Alvin watched the café open its door, let the passers-by climb in, and said with satisfaction: "It seems that you are a qualified boss, let your people be careful, you may not be able to cope with those people outside." ”

As soon as Alvin finished speaking, an RPG was launched from the second floor of the café, blowing up one of the gunners' cars and several gunners along the way.

Old Bard spread his hands at Alvin and said, "The subordinates are a little anxious, Principal Alvin shouldn't mind!" ”

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